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Muggle Technology and Heroism	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6912 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry had imaged this moment so many times over the last several years that it almost seemed surreal now - like an odd little montage of all his fantasies. Except no matter how his mind had spun it, nothing had come close to the reality. The reality that he was on his back in a grassy field with the dusky night falling around them and Draco pressed over him - the blonde's chest pressed snug against his so tightly that he could feel the offbeat thud of his pulse, like a war drum rattling down into his own heart. The other man's firm thighs spread over his, straddling him, pressing their hips together and making Harry shudder and moan every time Draco moved or twitched.

The reality that the lips on his were Draco's - warm, petal soft lips, that kissed him fervently, desperately, hungrily. Like he was afraid to pull back and find it all an illusion. But it was real. Harry made sure of it. He dug his fingers into the silky soft hair, pulling tight and shuddering at the groan it tore from Draco's throat that vibrated against his tongue. He kissed with all of himself, pouring everything into it, their teeth clanking and noses smashing now and then with Harry's glasses cutting into Draco's cheekbone. His hand that wasn't busy pulling and pushing and angling in Draco's hair, trailed down his back and around his waist - touching every inch he could reach.

"Draco." His voice rasped, low and graveling and sounding nothing like him, as his lips moved wetly over Draco's jaw and onto his long milky neck, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin and sucking with a groan. "God you're so amazing."

Draco bit his already swollen lip and tipped his head up to the heavens, his eyes squeezing tightly closed as his hands curled into the grass - his breath shallow in his chest like he couldn't quite catch any air as Harry mapped out his throat. He nipped his skin and Draco moaned and pushed his hips down against Harry's - rubbing against him in a rush of pleasure that made the last ounce of blood in his head rush south.

"Fuck." Harry hissed against him, licking his skin and grasping the blonde's hip tightly as he tried to keep his wits about him. "I want -" Draco's mouth silenced him, his hand pulling back on Harry’s hair until he had dragged him up far enough to attack his mouth - kissing him hard and wantonly and Harry wondered fleetingly if this was how Draco always kissed. If this was what his flings felt with him, like they were being consumed by cold fire that melted their insides.

He whimpered as he twisted with all his strength, pulling Draco beneath him and slowly backing away with lingering kisses that he was having a hard time stopping - his thumb brushing over the blondes red and wet lips that weren't that way from his own teeth anymore. But from Harry's - he did that and the tousled mess of his hair and the kissed puffy quality of his mouth left he darker man swimming through heat and desire as the man's hazy gray eyes fluttered open.

"Harry?" His lips were open as his chest heaved in an effort to catch his breath, something that looked mildly like nervousness flitting through his gaze.

Harry caught his lips in a gentle brush of a kiss before he smiled down at him and rolled to his knees, his feet unsteady beneath him and threatening to collapse as he held his hand down to his flatmate. "Come on."

Draco opened his mouth and shut it, cocking his head as he stared at the outstretched fingers, his hand that had fallen from Harry's back lying limp above his head before the long slim digits curled tightly into his palm. The action so small and so telling, making Harry's stomach twist in nervous anticipation. But then the potions master sucked in air through his nose and pulled his knees up as he reached his hand into Harry's - their fingers wrapping strong around each other’s as he was hauled to his feet.

Harry grinned as he wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, pulling him tight against him and pressing their mouths together in another kiss that he quickly lost himself in. It was too easy to do, drowning in Draco's kiss felt as good and as natural as breathing, like it was something he was meant to always be doing. It took several long moments with his hands wandering over skin he'd yet been allowed to touch as he tipped head long into the sensations of Draco’s mouth and tongue and the feeling of him all around him before he was able to pry himself away - his lips trailing over his cheek and hovering close to Draco's ear as he tried to reform his thoughts and remember the reason he had stopped them in the first place.

"Hold on." He whispered and with a quick kiss to the curve of Draco's ear, he was spinning, the air squeezing around them and spitting them out with a little stumble in their living room.

Draco cursed as he regained his footing, the sudden apparition throwing him off balance and Harry took the opportunity to pull him back into his arms, backing him up against the nearest wall and pinning him there with his own body. Draco's arms came around his shoulders and Harry opened his mouth to tell him - Merlin to tell him so many things - but the blonde was leaning forward and sealing their lips together and it was all a muddled mess of wet warmth and feeling like he was falling from a great height and a wicked tongue that made him feel like he was going to fall apart right then and there with nothing but a kiss and the man he'd wanted for so long in his arms.

Finally in his arms.

His fingers felt unsteady as they worked their way between their bodies and to the button's on Draco's shirt - the midnight black material slowly parting to reveal snowy white skin beneath that burned under his fingers as each little button popped free. He pulled back to watch, unable to help himself from needing to see it happening, his lip caught between his teeth as he stared at the exposed flesh, his fingers running over the man's lower abdomen as the shirt hung free and parted fully - his hand splaying over the hard muscles that jumped at the touch as Draco's breath caught.

"You are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." He whispered huskily as he fell to his knees, his eyes darting up to find Draco's as his fingers lingered on the skin just above his trousers. "I've wanted you for so long." He pressed a kiss right above his belly button, his body spinning with desire as Draco stared down at him with lidded eyes that were dark and foggy - his hands moving to cradle the back of Harry's head, not pushing, not pulling, just resting there with his fingers slipping through his dark curls.

"Harry." He sounded far away, breathless and motionless and it occurred to Harry as his lips parted and sucked a kiss onto Draco's hard stomach that that was all Draco had said since he'd first kissed him.

Just his name. Over and over again. Whenever there was a break, a lull, an uncertainty.

He smiled with his mouth against his hot skin that smelled like a potions lab and old parchment. He smiled because Draco was saying his name - whispering it, breathing it. He was saying his name when Harry thought that more often than not the man didn't even remember the names of the men he brought home. He was saying his name like he had woken from a dream to find it still playing out in real life.

The sound of it gave him courage, more so than all the kisses had, and his fingers found the man's belt without hesitation - unclasping it quickly and popping the button on his trousers free before pulling on the zipper. His mouth trailed down, kissing and licking his firm stomach, nuzzling into the sparse patch of blonde hair that trailed down like an arrow as he gripped the black trousers and pulled - his own breath hitching as the man's skin beneath was revealed.

Pale - so very pale - thighs, sharp knees, hips with jutting bones that he had to press his fingers into as he turned his face and took in the sight before him. He licked his lips as he visually traced the length of Draco's cock - his prick standing hard and full, pointing up and flushing red at the tip. He was long and thick and fucking Merlin, hard. Hard for him. For Harry.

God he was...

"Perfect." He rasped and his lips were pressing kisses along the shaft before the word have even finished leaving his tongue. Grasping the base with one hand, he reached down with his other and adjusted his own trousers that were painfully tight against him. The hands cradling his head tightened with fingers digging into his scalp, as he moved his hand up and down - savoring the velvety feel against his callused palm before opening his lips and sucking the tip into his mouth. He moaned as he moved his mouth down, taking more of him in, something hot washing through him in a flood that consumed him as Draco groaned and bucked his hips gently.

It had been too long since he had last done this but it was like riding a bike, all of it coming back to him in a rush as he bobbed his head and moved his hand, keeping his rhythm slow and steady - sucking with hallowed cheeks and pressing his tongue flat against the head before each downward motion. God he could get used to this. He could get addicted to this - the soft sounds that left the other man's lips adding fuel to the fire. He pressed his hand firmly against himself as he moaned around his mouthful and forced his eyes to blink open and up at Draco - wanting to see his face as he tasted the precum drip from the slit and smear across his tongue.

"Harry." Draco gasped, his fingers tightening painfully, his face flushed pink with his hair hanging in his eyes as his head dropped heavily forward, his red mouth open with little pants of breath like he was trying to keep his breathing under control but was failing miserably.

Something shifted inside him at the sound of it. It snapped like a blow had been dealt to a fragile binding and Harry was back on his feet and tugging him into a deep kiss in the next second. Their arms moved like opposite magnets around each other - pulling nearer and kissing fanatically as they stumbled down the hall without breaking away from each other’s lips, Harry's palm connecting sharply with his bedroom door and Draco groaning brokenly as the bed caught his knees and sent them tumbling down atop the mattress. He blinked as he caught himself on his hands and stared down at the man lying half on his bed - his body naked except for the shirt clinging to his shoulders, his trousers and boxers and socks and shoes mysteriously gone.

He wondered if he had actually vanished the clothing or if Draco had or if he had somehow missed the moment the clothes were torn from his legs and feet. But it didn't matter because Draco was scooting back on his bed after only a moment’s hesitation while staring up at him with a heated look - his hands reaching towards Harry who needed no other encouragement. He ripped his shirt over his head and all but fell on him, their skin colliding with his body tingling from head to toe as their lips found each other’s once more. Their limbs tangled, leaving them in a heaving knot as they devoured each other - Draco's hands in his hair, on his back, his hip, running in a circle over his waist before his nimble fingers were prying his trousers open and plunging inside.

"Oh god, Draco." He gasped as the man's sure fingers gripped him, his boxers already wet and his eyes nearly going cross eyed at the intense wave of pleasure that washed over him.

"Take them off." Draco whispered, his tone so quiet Harry would have missed it if the man's mouth hadn't been on his neck, hovering near his ear with wet licks and lingering kisses.

Harry nodded and wiggled out of his clothing, his feet kicking off his shoes, and after a brief struggle that forced him to unwind from the man below him, found himself completely exposed - kneeling on the bed between Draco's legs as the man stared at him with a heavy gaze that slowly swept the length of his body. He felt horribly inadequate in that moment, his hands clenching uselessly at his sides as he remembered all the men that had come and gone through their flat.

All of them unbelievably handsome and sculpted.

But Draco didn't frown in disgust at his plainly average body that was luckily at least in good shape because of his Auror training, he simply bit his full bottom lip and reached for Harry again, grasping the back of his neck and tugging him down as he pressed up into him - knocking their lips together and bringing them fully into contact. The groan that rolled through him at the feel of their naked bodies sliding together couldn't have solely been from him - it rattled through his chest and made his heart thud and his head spin as Draco spread his legs further and pressed his hips up into his.

And then he was lost.

His hands slid over smooth, hard skin with sharp angles and dipped into smooth valleys as Draco's hands mirrored his own exploration, their hips rocking in a rhythm that spiked dangerously through his body as their cocks slid back and forth - wetness growing between them and sticking them together with sweat and precum. And he couldn't stop kissing him, couldn't tear his mouth away even to catch his breath that was absently aching in his lungs. Couldn't stop moving his lips and tongue and mapping out the groves of his mouth even as Draco bent his knees and arched up into him - wiggling until Harry gasped loudly into the other man's mouth as his cock slipped between the firm mounds of the man's arse.

He shuddered with need and pressed his forehead to the blondes as he tried to keep from seeing white at just the feel and thought that he was so close to him - so close to penetrating him, to moving inside him, and connecting them in the most intimate of ways. "Draco, I -"

"Fuck me Harry." Draco said lowly and Harry groaned at the sound of it - at the words themselves, words he never thought he'd hear but god, how he'd fantasized about it.

"Yeah? Yes, god yes." Harry murmured disjointedly, nodding his head and kissing the blondes lips as he tried to simultaneously reach over and grope around for his bedside drawer. His hand finally stumbled across the cool jar he was searching for and Harry pulled back as he gripped it and brought it towards them, Draco's eyes blinking open and flicking first to the ceiling, then to Harry, then back to the ceiling as he panted for air.

Tracing his free hand down Draco's half exposed arm and onto the skin that was still covered with the black shirt that was sagging on his forearms, Harry smiled at him before placing a gentle kiss on the curve of his jaw - something that felt like apprehension washing slowly over the other man in gentle waves that Harry could read in his flushed but shuttered face and in the way his breath was hitching in his chest and pushing harshly past his lips. "Draco, we don't...I don't have to..."

Draco shook his head, blinked quickly, and turned towards him - a small but real smile pulling up his lips. "I want to." He said quietly and kissed Harry quickly before he pushed at his chest and broke their embrace - quickly shrugging out of his shirt before his long willowy frame was rearranging itself until he was lying on his stomach with his face half buried in the pillow. "I want to." He repeated as Harry stared at his back, his eyes tracking down the swell of his arse and dip of his thighs.

Harry felt momentarily stuck, his eyes glued to all that exposed skin with his heart thrumming in his chest as he tried to decide what exactly had shifted around them. "Draco..."

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head again as he spread his legs, his hips pushing back and exposing himself to Harry's hungry gaze. "Harry." He whispered, his hand clutching impossibly tight into the pillow and his lip pulled between his teeth to be further abused.

There was something about it - about the way he said his name coupled with the white knuckle grip he had on the pillow that tipped Harry over the edge. That squeezed his heart painfully and made everything slow to a crawl. He brushed his hand through his white blonde hair, trailed it down his slender neck and along his bony spine before reaching the swell of his bottom. His fingers hesitated for all but a moment before tracing further down, curving under the globes before moving carefully between them. He pressed lightly against the furrowed flesh with his lip between his teeth and his breath trapped in his throat.

Then Draco moaned and pushed back and Harry felt his pulse thud as he smashed an off center kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth that wasn't lost amongst the fluffy pillow and pressed harder - his finger slipping through and into impossibly tight heat. "Oh fuck." He groaned against the blonde’s cheek. "God Draco." His mouth trailed a wet path down his neck and over his shoulder, kissing his sharp shoulder blades before assaulting the ridges of his spine - kissing each bony knob and licking the skin in between. He lavished his entire back, one hand sliding up into Draco's hair and gripping lightly as the thumb of his other one rubbed over the man's pucker again and again - dipping slightly inside before retreating to tease him further.

By the time his mouth reached the swell of Draco's arse, the other man was nearly shaking beneath his hands, a sweat having broken out on his lower back and his breathing loud and harsh against the pillow. "Harry." Draco whimpered as he paused, his hands spreading his buttocks wide and his own breath growing harsh as he stared.

Merlin he couldn't believe that he was here. That he was being allowed to look and touch and taste. That Draco was a mess beneath him - still all sharp angles but also soft and compliant. Like he was melting, breaking under Harry's touch. The blondes pale shoulders pressed into the mattress as he gasped and rounded his back, rising a little onto his knees with his arse angling back as Harry groaned and kissed him - right there, on his small pink opening.

Harry knew he sounded sloppy, indecent, knew somewhere in a corner of his mind that he probably shouldn't be moaning as much as he was as he kissed and licked and slipped his stiffened tongue in and out of Draco's hole - his fingers digging indents into the man's firm arse as he held him open. He lost track of himself, of anything else beside the feel and taste and sound of Draco gasping with his muscles pulled tight and trembling. His fingers came into play, somehow how already wet and slick though he wasn't sure how he managed to unscrew the jar and dip them inside, and felt his cock jump and leak against the bed sheets as he pressed into tight heat - licking around his two fingers as they disappeared.

"Oh. God." Draco hissed as he reached back, his hand wrapping around his own prick and squeezing. "Fuck. Harry. Now."

"Mhmm." Harry groaned, his fingers twisting as he pumped his hand and blinked his eyes open, his chin wet with spit as he leant against Draco's thigh. He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his ribcage as he swallowed thickly and pulled back, his shoddy vision swimming as he gazed up at his flatmate - wondering if it was possible to freeze this moment in time because it was perfect in every sense of the word.

Draco Malfoy lying before him with miles of smooth skin, slicked with sweat, soft with compliance, voice hoarse with need, crying his name.

Pulling his fingers free, Harry slicked himself up before reaching forward and tugging on Draco's shoulder, trying to turn him back over - wanting to see his face and kiss his lips as he slid inside him for the first time.

"No...like this." Draco said softly, his hand still twisted in a death grip on the pillow, gray eyes avoiding his.

Harry shook his head and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. "Draco...fuck, let me see you."

"Harry." He whispered, his name sounding more like a plea than anything else and Harry couldn't help but wonder why the man was suddenly ridged once more with his eyes screwed shut and grip going shockingly tight on his poor pillow.

"Please?" Harry asked, his hands - obscenely slick - running in long sweeps up the man’s back and down his arms and causing shivers to follow in their wake. It was hard to articulate why he needed to do this face to face. Maybe to reassure himself for the millionth time that this was real, that it was happening. Maybe he needed to ground himself in Draco's impossible eyes and taste his moans. Maybe he just needed to see if his face twisted with pleasure like he imagined it would or if his expression would be something he couldn't ever have conjured up. Maybe he needed to make sure Draco's memory never slipped, that he would never lull and forget who it was in bed with him.

Maybe he was being ridiculous. Insecure.

Draco was quiet for a moment, dragging in hard breaths and blinking at his hand on the pillow. Seconds that felt like hours ticked by as Harry nuzzled his neck and felt the first stirrings of unease crawl up his spine but then Draco clenched his jaw, pried his fingers loose, and twisted - his mouth crashing into Harry's in a crushing kiss that left him feeling thoroughly consumed. The blonde's back hit the mattress in a tangle with Harry's arms as he told himself not to over think the little slip, the tiny lapse.

And then all thought fell away from him as Draco's long legs wrapped around his waist, his head angling back against the pillow and his lips dropping open in a gasp as Harry lined himself up and pressed forward - inching his cock slowly inside the other man's loosened passage and groaning loudly with his heart in his ears and his eyes fixed on Draco's face.

Draco's pale lashes lowered and screwed shut over his darkened gray irises. His hand flew up and gripped the pillow above his head with his other one latching onto Harry's neck. His cheeks flushed deeper, his mouth opened and shut, and opened and shut again on near silent moans, like he was desperately trying to keep it closed but was unable to. Blissful agony. That was what was written all over his face, a sharp cry leaving his lips as Harry slid in the last few inches, his hands clasping Harry's cheeks between his palms and craning his neck to press their lips together - muffling his broken moans.

The kiss was wet and sloppy and Harry gripped the other man's hip as he pressed deep and groaned against the tongue in his mouth. Draco was still holding his face as he eased back and rocked forward, pleasure the likes of which he couldn't remember ever feeling this intensely raging through him - his hand sliding up the man's leg until he was holding his knobby knee and squeezing. The heat in his gut, the shocks spreading through his limbs, the noises ringing in his ears that couldn't be completely silenced by their messy kissing trying to pull him deeper, to press faster, harder, to finally just take.

To rock the bed until the headboard slammed into the wall, until the bedsprings groaned and squawked, until Draco's moans and cries reached a fever pitch - drowning out every other night, with every other man, until the blonde couldn't remember anything but them.

"Harry, harder." Draco gasped like this unnamed (possessive, over whelming) thing in his chest that was trying to make him drive the blonde into the bed was encompassing Draco as well - his long slim fingers digging through Harry's curls and ankles hooking on the small of his back.

"Yeah?" Harry grinned, pulling back just enough so he could blink down into Draco's face with his hair starting to stick to his damp forehead. He was breathtaking, just like always, but even more so now, the last bit of resistance and closed off shutters on his usually reserved face having fallen completely away.

Draco was open with red, splotchy cheeks, and gray eyes damp and staring up at him like he'd only dared to dream about before.

"God yes." Draco cried and jerked, his mouth (that fucking perfect mouth) moving to press against Harry's shoulder, his white teeth sinking in lightly until Harry could feel the sharp sting of it. "Fuck me Harry, fuck me harder."

And how could he say no to that? He let loose his last bit of restraint, told himself that there would be time to take this slow later - next time - and took him. The headboard smacked, the bedsprings sang, Draco clawed at his back and cried into his ear, and Harry was sure that he was surely going to explode at any moment because, god, he had never felt so good in his entire life. He breathed deep the musky scent of sex, licked sweat off Draco's neck, captured his lips in a demanding kiss, and plundered him. He felt a hand snake between them, felt Draco pump his cock with the head rubbing against his stomach, watched the man's jaw clench tightly, his eyes clouding over and staring unseeing at the ceiling as he gasped.

Harry gripped the bedsheet, fucked him harder, and pressed his thumb to the man's bottom lip as it started to tremble. "Draco, yes, come for me."

"You too." Draco ordered, his hand pulling on the back of Harry's neck until they were kissing again, his hole clenching impossibly tight around his cock and making his green eyes roll into the back of his head, wet sticky warmth splashing against his stomach as Draco panted and let out a strangled cry into his mouth.

And he did. He fell right alongside him, tumbling down into a shockingly intense orgasm that rolled through him endlessly - his arms clutching the blonde tightly as he pressed in as deep as he could and rode the tsunami that was his release. "Draco." He gasped into the man's neck, kissing his tender skin with his fingers combing through his damp hair.

He felt boneless. Weightless. Unbearably happy. He felt like laughing and crying all at once. He felt like falling asleep right where he was, still lying on top of his flatmate and buried deep inside him, and starting all over again - kissing his body from head to toe, licking and tasting the new flavors his skin was sure to hold now. He wanted to fuck him again and he wanted Draco to press inside him, to feel that impossible burn, to be stretched and filled with Draco over him - pressing him into the bed, pinning him down with his weight, and keeping him there.

"Draco." He murmured again, sleepily kissing his collarbone, a stupid smile overtaking his face.

Draco's arm fell from where it lay covering his eyes, his head turning and nose nudging into Harry's, a drop that tasted salty clinging to his lip as he pressed his mouth to Harry's. "Harry." He whispered, blinking at him for a split second before he was kissing him again - slow and tender and making Harry's heart swell past breaking.

A/N:
Wow, I’m so wonderful overwhelmed by the response to the last chapter! Thank you so much guys!!! To all my Anon reviews out there, thank you for taking the time to comment! Love you guys and I hope to have the next chapter up very soon considering I made you wait way too long for this one ;)

Sara101: Thank you so much! Can’t promise it will be smooth sailing from here but hope you enjoy the rest of the ride!

Analah: Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

SP777: Glad you’re still enjoying it ;) I’m thinking it’s going to be about 13 – 15 chapters long (depending if I decided to right an epilogue or not)

Joanne: Thank you so much, I love Draco in this too, I’m going to be sad when it’s all over! There will be about 13 -15 chapters in total but I’m already debating writing a little sequel just because I love this one so much.

Sephla: Finally is right! I’m glad you’re reading and enjoying!

Billy: Thank you! I hope you liked this new chapter ;)

Madam_Weasley: Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it! And yes, I felt like it really needed to be all nervous and sweet in that moment, it just fits them in this fic. But there will be a bit of – what was it? – aggressively sexual behavior to look forward too ;)

Sammy: thank you so much!
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